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PRAIRIE WOLVES
Up where the white bluffs fringe the plain, When heaven's lights are on the wane, They sing their songs as demons might Shriek wild a chorus to the night. Gaunt, gray brutes with dripping fangs, And eyes aflame with hunger-pangs, With lips curled back in snarls of hate, They wail a curse against their fate. |
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